I explored a fair amount before I met my future wife, but now as a 34 year old deeply closeted bisexual guy, the one thing I wish I could experience one more time is the experience of being bred raw.

I only did it once, and everything about the experience was what many fantasies are built on. I met this openly bi guy at a small house party, at some point I got drunk enough to admit that I was curious but DL. Later that night we snuck out of the party to a park down the street, where in the cover of darkness, I sucked his cock before he asked if I wanted to feel it inside me.

He slipped a condom on and I got on my hands and knees. He drizzled some lube over my hole before he slowly pressed his cock against me. My tight little ass slowly gave way to the pressure and accept the girth of him. With a few slow pumps he pressed it deeper inside of me, eventually having the entire length of him deep inside of me. Then he began to thrust himself in and out of me, increasing the speed with every pump. His balls began slapping against my taint and I was getting so into it, moaning his name like my girlfriends had done to me in the past, when suddenly I felt the feeling of the condom snapping! He immediately pulled out and told me, but in a fit of pure arousal, I told him I don’t care if he doesn’t and demanded he stick it back in raw. This was more of a psychological thing but knowing that I was in a public place, only a few hundred feet from where my friends who think I’m straight are partying, with a raw cock deep inside my straight presenting ass, had me turned on like nothing I have experienced since. I felt like such a whore in the moment and loved it.

I remember looking underneath myself seeing my half hard cock swinging with the rhythm as the speed of his thrusts increased, but then with the biggest thrust of the night he paused, and I felt the first pulsating of his dick and glanced out to the houses just on the other side of the street, almost hoping that some one could see me being bred for the first time. After a couple more slow but deep thrusts, he slowly began to pull out and I began vigorously stroking my own cock. With in just a moment of him pulling his cock from me, I felt his load begin dripping from my used little boy pussy, and nearly instantly came from the sensation alone.

After this we cleaned up, and walked down to a Taco Bell to grab and more importantly create a story for why we disappeared before heading back to the party. It just added to the whole moment walking around talking to my friends, still able to feel that my ass stretched and used as a cum dump by a guy who was still hanging out with us, and no body knew. Then to top it all off I remember waking up the next morning, getting ready to hop in the shower and noticing the cum stain in the bottom of my boxers, immediately turning me back on again. Probably the only time that post nut clarity didn’t bother me at all, and I’m so glad I experienced a good bareback fucking once before settling down as a straight married man.